James and I visited Tennessee.

I have patience. in fact, I have amused curiosity.

we spent a weekend in Gatlinburg, mesmerized by the theme town on steroids. hung out with his whole family at a cabin in the smoky mountains.

went to an upside house, got scared (make that horrified) on a rope course. poked and played. irish car bombs. drove down to see a hillbilly friend with their 5 kids and 8 cars parked along the property. there may have been more. nice people. visited Chattanooga, saw sea dragons. drove to Atlanta, hung out w/ mom, saw southern architecture, and the cool old house called The Wren’s Nest.

drove back up to knoxville, drank margaritas with the 90 some year old grandma. onward to Kentucky ice storm. hillbillies, horses, kentucky straight bourbon, moonshiners.

and then. Nashville. we got a king size corner room in the heart of town, with a view of downtown and Printer’s Allie Boogie Bar. wow. live music everywhere. boot shops in between.

the great thing about James and I together seems to be, is that we don’t get too bored easily. I have so much fun traveling with him and like two kids, we run around and poke at what comes along. with curiosity, we read every plaq, try, test and taste everything. child’s play.

by the way, the pace is slow(er) in the south, but Montana definitely has it beat!